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canceltheact · 3 years

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Markiplier’s Birthday Game: Confusion, Confirmation, and Colors

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also, if you haven’t read our definitive theory, check it out here!

If you, along with our team, caught the release of Mark playing his birthday game on stream made by Lixian, his friend Fischer, and the other two editors Marcus and Rachel, you would have recognized it as an...eventful time, to say the least.

An intriguing, shpooky, and overall detail-filled game that, if you know our theories, made us both delighted...and ultimately extremely confused at some points. For it seems this game is a continuation in the world of the 3 Scary Games lore - the common theme of doors, the use of rainbow aberration, Shadow Lixian calling towards Lunky - which then led us to ultimately puzzle over what the frick a worm monster was, who we were playing as, and wHY WARFSTACHE IS HERE AND THE BAD GUY?? But don't worry - let's take this step by step. Start from the parts with the most confident confirmations - to some of our theories about less concrete stuff but still plausible given the nature of this lore. Because, all in all, this game did give us two very big confirmations: the existence of connecting dimensions via voids and doors, and the very existence of Lixian and Mark having a shared lore multiverse - at least for these events in the channel.

First, let's start off with the interesting mark in the timeline this game is. This actually takes place BEFORE Lixian comes back, kills Lunky's body, and Lunky presumably possesses him. How can we tell this? Well, this is because of the similar face scratches we see on Lixian from when he gets attacked by Lunky and when he attacks Lunky later - meaning that he got those when he got "killed", and now he has used his Shadow Form to come to the void, regenerate his power, and come back.

Now, in this ending alone, we find two different yet crucial details.

One, since this is when Lixian goes back to get Lunky, he picks up Damien's axe.

We have never seen the axe used since Lunky...which means, YES, the axe Lixian has used to fight off the eldritch monsters HAS BEEN DAMIEN'S AXE. We can even see that the Dark energy is still there on it, seemingly powerful enough to take on such beasts, as the text's aberration shows. First being rainbow, but then coming into this truly intriguing thing: Lixian's purplish-greenish aberration on one side, and Dark's aberration on the other, showing that Lixian is in control and ready to do some chopping.

The other thing is the other parallel between Damien and the Lixian lore - the way Damien comes out of the door portal.

It mirrors (heh pun) the way Damien comes out of the cabin in the after credits of the Damien video, as you can see here.

Interestingly enough though, the comparisions in color and design of the outside are what interested us the most.

This portal door seems to look like the cabin door as well - and as you can see in the Damien shot, when he steps out, the world goes grayscale and is extremely foggy.

Black and white and foggy, you say?

Sounds basically like this void we're seeing here.

These two facts cement these two lores together at least through the events of the Lunky, Lunxian, and Three Scary Games arcs.

We can even conclude that the reason why a character in Mark lore is in grayscale is because they're in some sort of void out of their dimension - the reason why Dark is grayscale but then appears in color in Date once he's brought into the real story dimension, and even why Abe has that extremely foggy and grayscale opening shot in WMW - that he is in this own loop of theorizing and figuring things out with time and reality (or as much of a "reality" as the story dimension could be) through his role in the story. Though we do admit that's a bit of a stretch.

Which makes the concept themes around doors of this game extremely interesting, as this ties in with the idea that we've had of the closet door in 3 Scary Games and Don't Open the Door to be part of a portal for eldritch monsters. The void, at least here, now represents the different openings to different story pockets. UA wasn’t made by Actor but it still WAS technically a story pocket - a different story timeline thing. And DAMIEN’s world - well that of course was created by Celine! I mean it almost seems to imply that voids are kind of the glitched out Velcro between story dimensions...it’s where Dark can reside, staying out of the facade and “hacking” reality, and it’s what Lixian has found which I presume is from his shadow form. And now, as we’ve seen with the purple void, the shadow figure (let’s call them Actor for the sake of simplicity) has learned also how to use his own void (or perhaps someone else’s, like this sort of Eldritch void as we see the monsters spring in and out of it) to his advantage. And now...Warfstache. You may ask yourself "Why the heck is Warfstache here? So he's the bad guy now? Were we totally off track?" Well theorists, aside having those thoughts, albiet in the form of much louder screams, ourselves, we had a theory that, given the events of the lore thus far, plausibly makes sense. Through watching Lixian's reaction to Mark's playthrough, he said an interesting line in response to Mark's confusion as why Warfstache's gun worked even though it didn't before - "It wasn't back there, it is here." That line of thinking seems to allude to the way the clicker game - and the game itself on the other side of the door we were to open - operate under two different rules. Or rather, two different ways that reality works within these two dimensions. You see, we believe that the clicker game - and the ideas planted that Warfstache is the bad guy - is a rule implaced in the story dimension, controlled by Actor. It would make sense, considering his newfound use of abilities outside the story dimension he already took advantage of, as we see with his use of rainbow aberration. And it would make sense why Warfstache is drawn in two different styles in the game. In the clicker game, he's designed like Lixian - not just to signify who drew him out of the game's story, but to also establish that this dimension is being crafted like how Actor has tried and managed to get influence over Lixian. Think about who we play, even. We don't know this person, but they are wearing a red shirt and, in the secret ending with them going out the red door, they are marked as the one who freed the mysterious worm monster. The hero, fighting against the odds of the eeevil man that wronged him. The secret ending is how Actor wanted us to play it in the context of the game idea - to keep Warfstache trapped and seen as, while not a villain diretly, an insane scary man that reflects the atmosphere of the eldritch environment Actor has learned to see and control through these events. While we're still confused about a few things (WHO IS THE WORM MONSTER), one thing we do know for sure. This is certainly not the end of these side lore events. And we can't wait to watch, find out more, and act. If you have any details that we missed, or things you’d like to add, or your reaction, reblog and tell us!

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augment-techs · 3 years

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I DON'T KNOW HOW THE WRITING PROMPT MEME WORKS REALLY

but it's WAYYYY too CUTE to not do. Sooooo how about I toss ya some numbers! ^^

Hand holding: 12 and 10! 33,

Hugs: 2, 18, 27

Hope it isn't too much!!! ^^

Kim was emotionally fluctuating between feeling sorry for Tommy, and trying not to go into shock whenever she walked into a room and found her older, alternate universe, badass-self kissing an older, Coinless General Bulk. Watching them seemed more perfect than she might have dared hope for whatever fate was allotted to the Ranger Slayer. When they'd first dropped into their Command Center and explanations had been given, Alpha had allowed Bulk to lead his Kimberly to the medical bay, and Kim had followed after them in case they got lost. Bulk was incredibly good with the damaged woman that could probably beat him into the ground at any moment. Kimberly hadn't even huffed when he'd offered her a piggy-back ride and then insisted on bandaging up her hand that'd been cut open when she'd gone after Tommy and he'd had to defend himself with Saba. He'd sterilized the wound, wrapped it tight but not without sympathy and hadn't bothered untangling their fingers or letting go when they'd wandered back into the room Zordon occupied so they could all talk and argue and occupy themselves with searching the data banks for ways out and locating their other friends for hours. The kissing was on the extreme end of their affections, though. In the days that followed, Kim didn't see them lock lips as often, as they usually found themselves training or cooking or reading with just one hand, as the other one was invariably found more often holding onto the other; like two magnets that would always find themselves connected if given enough time. It was, admittedly, adorable as anything she could have imagined, but still a surprise she couldn't help but balk at. Tommy underwent the same amount of shock with the random displays of affection that he often stumbled into with Kim, but he had more pressing issues: when he left to walk into a room with one of the Coinless universe alters, he always had to keep his movements to a minimum, hands far away from his pockets, and eyes to the ground. With the older Trini, Zack, and Bulk, it wasn't so bad; with the Omega Rangers out in space and their history with this smaller Tommy helping them before Drakkon shattered the Morphin Grid, they were more willing to acknowledge that the evil despot and the teen weren't the same. With those Coinless who had never been Rangers--Rocky and Aisha in leather and combat armor with battle scars, had looked very shocked when they'd met their younger selves in Ranger gear, Adam being given the oddest looks from the elders--it was much harder, because they hadn't even spoken to Tommy. And they'd all been dumped through a hole in space and time that the Eltarians and Zedd had caused when Zelya had gotten away from the moon, so everyone was still reeling--especially with them being separated into three groups around Angel Grove. Perhaps they'd make up their minds when the stragglers from Drakkon's universe arrived at the Command Center... * * "He's very strong, and very sure, but he's no Drakkon." "No offense, Skull, but how--" "Could I know that?" The spy--spy, spy, actual double agent who had to relay messages and blend into the background and not die a horrible painful death at the slightest misstep, how the fucking hell--smiled with benevolent pragmatism. Rocky nodded, mouth tightening into a line as Aisha stood her own ground in their questioning. They would have loved not to have come to such an awkward position with having to use Skull to calm down their worries, put them to bed, and smother them to death, but they couldn't find solace and reassurance in Zack and Trini's words and it didn't seem fair to keep putting the kids in defense positions just because they could calm the fuck down. Skull flicked his hand open and made a motion for Tommy to come closer to him, which he did with only a slight hesitation. He wasn't wearing his suit, but Skull had been the only person so far from the other dimension who hadn't looked at him and gone fully rigid, so he had a good sporting chance of not being injured here. When he was only a

step or two from walking directly into Skull, the man offered up his open palm, harmless and dangerous at the same time, and Tommy blinked, unsure and afraid, before deciding it was better to get everything that was going to happen one way or another out of the way. He lifted up his own hand and laid it flat in Skull's. There was dirt under his pointer finger and he only had a single twitch of a moment to be embarrassed before the much bigger fingers circled his wrist and wound around his knuckles, brought his hand upwards, as if he was little more than an infant fresh from a tub, or a sun warmed kitten. Tommy felt a coil behind his belly bunch up all of his nerves at once when Skull's fingers slotted between his own in a possessive kind of way that sparked familiar-unfamiliar thoughts--those all fading away when the man kept their palms together and brought his head down, breathing out like a gust of a train through a mountain pass, and inhaling at Tommy's wrist. Nose tip to his skin raising all the goosebumps Tommy thought he even had. He's pretty sure his ponytail sparked at the end when he jerked a little back. Which swiftly brought him to absolute internal humiliation that showed across his face like a goddamn Muppet. Just because he'd seen that Skull let the Coinless drink his blood right from his finger and they all ate it in bread and stuff after he'd let a tube from his arm pour into the batter of whatever he made them, didn't necessarily mean the man would bite him. ...He hoped. Then, as if that hadn't been the weirdest thing, Skull lifted his head to grin at him, but didn't let go of his hand as the man addressed Rocky, Aisha, and all the other adults--and Tommy was too confused to ask him to let go, so... there was that, "He doesn't smell like he's rotting from the inside; like he needs to be wearing five layers of Axe Body Spray. And he isn't getting all put-upon and squirrely with me holding onto him. And, if you'll humor me a moment?" He was looking at Tommy directly at the last bit, but didn't let the teen answer before he found himself being wrapped in arms that had way more muscle than Skull had any right to have in any universe holy hell--and Tommy was suddenly in a bear hug, feet off the ground and spun around twice as much as he had ever been even at five years old; three times around and around, before he was planted on the couch like a sack of flour right next to Kim (his Kim, who looked utterly stunned and far too amused). The giggle that left his mouth when he smiled at her smiling at him should not have come into existence, and if he hadn't been red before, he was practically blazing as he brought his hands up to cover his mouth. Skull's hand patted him on the head as he ducked his head as much as possible at the sounds of snickering and the other adults choking on their own reactions. He definitely felt like a kitten. "See? Totally harmless to us. Now let them take us to the Juice Bar and feed us; I'm hungry and Ernie's alive here to make me that banana-marshmallow smoothie I haven't had in over a decade." * "I...played the right politics." It would have been so fucking nice if Billy would stop asking Skull questions about the past and present the Coinless had to live through. He didn't mean to make the adults with faces he knew and worried over angry or tired, but Adam was getting very, very annoyed with how he always seemed to find the core root of things that made Skull look... All the emotion left Skull's face at that word, every single time. Politics, like a euphemism for something else entirely. (And it was.) Adam remembered, because he was there when Zack and Trini, Aisha and Bulk, Rocky and the others weren't; inside the fortress Drakkon ran and imbibed in terrorizing whenever he got especially bored. The monster loved to play games with his sentries, with his prisoners, but rarely with his staff, because it took time and effort to train up new ones. But the sentries were his favorite, because they had to prove their loyalty each and every day. Some in

little ways, some in big ways. And Drakkon remembered Skull. Zack and Trini hoped he wouldn't, and Skull, when he was giving help and clues and time that he could to them, made it seem as if he never even crossed Drakkon's mind from being a punk that wore a spiked collar back in high school to becoming one of the higher-functioning members of the red sentries. Oh, being a spy made him so good at pretending nothing was wrong, how to be cool under pressure, how to avoid danger on all sides with one way out or none at all; how to think ahead, think like his opponent, pull facts and plans out of instinct and thin air (because what other choice was there, after all). That was why he was the best; probably why, too, he was revived from death by the universe and multiverse reshaping itself with the Grid's renewal. Politics translated so well to Games in Drakkon's palace. (It was amazing how often the horrible bastard made the sentries fight or fuck each other in his presence; the threat of his being displeased getting them through most of the time, and out the door when he was finished with himself to go vomit or find a shower or smoke so many cigarettes. As far as Adam knew, Skull was one of the very rare few who were made to fight or pleasure Drakkon himself. Skull and Adam and one yellow sentry that died before Kim returned to their world. If Kim was ever made to do as they were, she didn't tell or didn't remember, and Adam was thankful for that. And thankful for Skull. When he fought other sentries, he injured with care to avoid it being permanent or knocked out the other in a show of force that Drakkon appreciated that didn't lead to brain damage but made a good show. When he was made to fuck the others, he carried necessary aids to protect them from hating themselves or leaving much of a trace behind--condoms made from animal skin by Finster-5 he bribed out of the little freak; lubricant so there wouldn't be blood or bruising; an aptitude for pleasing other people as thoroughly and as quickly as he could while being on top and leading them through it with hands calloused but still soft. When he had to use his mouth on Drakkon or submit to the tyrant--often in front of others and while being degraded with his real name being used like words from a djinn or an immortal snake--he did so efficiently and made it seem as though he wasn't being forced at all. Adam hated Drakkon more than anyone those times he had to be there and watched Skull pull his armor back on and resume his place in line among the other sentries like nothing had happened. He hadn't known him before the world came crashing down, but before he'd traded his loyalty for the hope that his family might survive--what a stupid hope that had been--he'd heard that the man had cried over Billy Cranston's gave for a week after his death and been good.) But this small, wide-eyed Billy Crantson, alive and well and looking at Skull with so much awe and respect that Adam could spot it from a mile away if he was goddamn blind, didn't need to hear that. Did not need the thought in his head like a rotting wound festering with so many white little maggots. So Adam continued sipping his coffee (pumpkin spice; which was so fucking good after years of straight, bitter instant black) and remained in his usual place beside Skull in the daytime, watching him go through the motions in this time out of joint from their own. Gladder still to be in the Juice Bar, watching the teens enjoy themselves, play at their video games, ramble on about tests they had to take in school; watch the Coinless eat their food and drink their smoothies, enjoy watching their young reflections practice gymnastics or martial arts. When Billy excused himself to talk to the Stone Canyon Trio about some notes they'd asked for from Ms. Appleby's class, eyes still sparkling with information given and listening to Skull like he would have listened to him even if he knew everything out of his mouth could have been a lie; nobody saw Adam wrap an arm around Skull's waist and squeeze

him from the side. It was just as well.

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